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*crash*
OK, I have to tell you this story now because this thread reminded me of it.
We had a squirrel that roamed around our house and often sat on our porch, and due to his "manliness" we nicknamed him Mr. Fuzzynut. Nobody knows what happened, but I found him against the side of the house by our dumpster, and he was no longer alive. One of our sisters who was over cleaning the yard was distraught and her boyfriend decided to tease her by saying "Why don't you pour a 40 for your dead homie?" Cassie took him seriously and as Jim (one of our Gammie Guys) was burying him, she poured the 40 on him. She looked traumatized when she found out that wasn't actually what thugs do, and she walked around for a week grieving for Mr. FN.
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